At Home I'm A Tourist

Can't talk. Can't think straight. Too many deadlines, too much stuff, too much epically stupid last-minute school things holiday things pleasant things unrefusable offers evil things. Cannot deal with career popularity. Also, am unpopular with Freelance Overlords for pointing out nasty report. Still way way too many deadlines and really, not enough time to do it all, even if I were super-organised...

Which I'm not.

*cries*

Have low-grade whine of anxiety all the bloody time right now.

Here, have an image from Mixed Infants sports day:

THAT is how I look all the time right now. Except bigger and more ginger. And dropping the bloody bean bag.

P: (looking at the house) 'Perhaps we should move out and start again.'

*runs around in circles wailing*